The Transformers series gains about 5% more enjoyment with The Last Knight’s addition of a National Treasure storyline, but otherwise it’s as bad as ever.
The visionary director of Snowpiercer follows up that effort with one less ambitious but more heartfelt and equally madcap in its genre-hopping artistry.
Stylistically unengaging and creatively ramshackle to the bitter end, Slack Bay plays like a Wes Anderson movie stripped of discipline and used for torture.
A middle-of-the-road concept is boosted by Gifted’s sharp writing and some powerful performances to wind up surprisingly captivating.
Predictability is the name of the game with Churchill, which is well-executed but manages to neither surprise nor actually bore its audience.
Nick Broomfield works a storm with Whitney: Can I Be Me?, serving up both a lavish tribute to and a probing insight into the world of the pop queen.
For those fascinated by the machinations of stand-up, Dying Laughing will doubtless prove at least an engaging enough curio.
Nails offers some flashy editing and some visceral creature effects, but they nevertheless can’t redeem this uninteresting by-the-numbers Irish chiller.
A first rate black widow mystery from the novel by Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel is as seductive as it is compelling with its masterful performances.